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CandiKane said
Oh! That's so cool! Do you live by the stadium? xD I mean I know it's a big country, but you never know.


I have an apartment near the Estadio de Morumbi. I don't live in Brazil, just come for vacations and to visit family, though now i'm here because of the cup :P
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My family is big on soccer and stuff (specially now since we are the hosting place), so I kinda have to watch all the games with them xD
CandiKane said
Anyone watching the World Cup?


Anastasia coughed as the urge to bark a laugh started to rise up her throat to see what was being unfurled in front of her. It was quite grand what Dahlia had been able to accomplish and the arguments of Sebastian seemed okay. "So, Sebastian, your proposition sounds pretty interesting. Though I have a question, how exactly are you going to accomplish all of that?" She asked and then glanced over at Flint "Nice stick you got there" Anastasia said dryly.
Name:
Anastasia Volkov

Age:
16

Description/Appearance:
Anastasia has wavy brown hair that cascades down to her lower waist and blue-green eyes that change color depending on the lighting of the place where she is. She has some sparse freckles in her nose and cheeks, though they aren't really noticeable until close. She has a tattoo in her hipbone that says "cede nullis" meaning "yield to no one". Standing at 5'2", she has slight feminine curves and an athletic body due to training and fighting.




Personality:
Sarcastic and moody usually to mask her pain. Other personality traits will be revealed later.

Bio:
Anastasia was born in Russia, but after her parents died in a tragic fire, she moved to Siberia. There, her maternal uncle welcomed her into his home. Her uncle worked as a guard and when kids at school started picking on her, her uncle offered her to teach her how to defend herself. She accepted right away and since then, she loved it. When Anastasia turned 15, her uncle was killed during a job trip. She grieved him as if he were her father and got a tattoo with his favorite saying. She was soon shipped off to live with some other family member! but her uncle's death changed her and she became rebellious. Hopping from house to house, her family shipping her to another place when they grew tired of her. Now, her last family member had enough of her and enrolled her in the school, not having anyone else to give her to.

Group:
Savant

Other (anything else you want to add):
Nothing atm.
Zordon said
I think Lauren for Halcyon would make most sense being that Halcyons typically "go with the flow" and are generally peaceful. Plus, she already knows more about the Academy than they do. Also, I don't think Dahlia is going to like Anastasia very much. On a related note, I almost used that name for Dahlia. xDOH! And, being that my character is pretty much Antagonistic in nature, I apologize in advance if I say anything that may offend you all. Know that none of my comments are at all a reflection of myself and that it is simply RP. To put that in perspective, Dahlias first post, which was mostly innocent, PAINED me to write. It is soooo far off how I think that it hurts me to do it.


I dont think they will.

To me its okay, the character is like that and I understand
CandiKane said
Awww :( poor her and so would Sebastian be willing to challenge Dahlia?Edit: xD Mademoiselle I love your character


Omg, thanks!!

Sorry if there are any mistakes in my writing or something. English is kinda not my first language(or my second xD).
Anastasia looked over at the people walking towards the Savant 'spot', one girl and one guy. She eyed the girl who spoke and raised an eyebrow. "Now why would I vote for you? I don't know anything about you" she stated with a slightly accented voice "For all I know, this guy could be a better leader" She said as she nodded towards the black-haired guy. "No offence. Oh, and by the way, my name's Anastasia Volkov" She added.
CandiKane said
ok, so who wants to be what leader? I mean if no one wants to be I'll be Halcyon, but what about Sedition and Savant? And you guys are right we probably should talk this out xD


Is Lauren talking to generally everyone or just the Halcyon group?
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When I was a young boy, My father took me into the city...

''Welcome to the Black Parade'' started blasting off her earbuds and she held a little wooden matryoshkan doll in her hand. Her forehead was pressed to the window as the landscape rolled by. She spaced out as the song took her away from the tedious bus. Anastasia was back in Russia and she was five years old. She had taken her mothers wooden matryoshkan dolls into her bedroom when there was a blackout. She was scared of the dark so her parents had brought two candles and placed them on the floor. She sat down and set the dolls on the floor. While Anastasia was setting them up, she had clumsily elbowed one and it rolled down until it stopped below her bed. Mother will kill me if I lose one of her dolls! She said to herself. So Anastasia grabbed one of her candles and placed it under her bed as she scooted down. Aha! It was just in reach. She left the candle and grabbed the doll. She went back with the doll and started playing with them until she noticed her room smelled funny. Anastasia looked down her bed and widened her eyes. Oh no! Her father barged into her room "что происходит?" (What is going on?) he asked her but cut her off with a curse when he saw the bed starting to catch fire. He grabbed her as the room filled itself with smoke and ran with her out the door while she still clutched her mothers wooden doll.

The bus suddenly stopped, breaking Anastasia out of her reverie. Chyort voz'mi! She cursed as she looked around and saw that people had already gotten off the bus. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and rushed outside. Anastasia pulled up her hair and made and set it in a messy ponytail. She rapidly to the group assembled by a girl holding some papers and luckily got there before she called for the attention of everyone.

Anastasia rolled her eyes as the girl started handing out the papers. Savant was apparently her 'group' or whatever. Uncle Fredek sure was right about foreign schools being weird. Work, roles, factions? Her family sure was desperate if they sent them to this school. She sighed and shook her head as she started walking to the right where her group was supposed to go to.
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